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[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Even in the world I lived in this wasn't normal. The number on my chest changed from 1 to 3......million. The numbers on our chests indicates how many people we'll kill within the next month.
It started with a phone call with my mother asking to go to lunch. Naturally I'd love to see my mother and we set up a time an... | "I'm telling you there's no bomb, there's nothing!" I screamed as tears strolled down my face.
*SMACK* goes the whip.
"waterboards don't get dry in the cia boy, you better be thankful we are letting you take a break to be whipped. Now tell me how you plan on killing 3 million people."
"I DONT" I screamed and cried.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Natural death ceased at 8:49 pm August 17 2016. Five years later, and the eggheads still have no clue why. You can get shot, stabbed, dropped off a 50 story building but no matter what you live. Alive with excruciating pain, but alive regardless. Except.... except sometimes.
Subatomic Longform Actualized Yttriat... | "I'm telling you there's no bomb, there's nothing!" I screamed as tears strolled down my face.
*SMACK* goes the whip.
"waterboards don't get dry in the cia boy, you better be thankful we are letting you take a break to be whipped. Now tell me how you plan on killing 3 million people."
"I DONT" I screamed and cried.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | "I'm telling you there's no bomb, there's nothing!" I screamed as tears strolled down my face.
*SMACK* goes the whip.
"waterboards don't get dry in the cia boy, you better be thankful we are letting you take a break to be whipped. Now tell me how you plan on killing 3 million people."
"I DONT" I screamed and cried.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Hello!" I exclaimed, brimming with excitement as the delivery girl hands me my package, "Another wonderful day isn't it!"
"You know, you sure are joyful for a pathologist" she says, giving me a crooked eyebrow raise, "Just sign here"
I hastily jot my name down and scurry off to the lab with my fresh cadaver.
I can'... | She looked down upon her chest in disbelief. 3 million. 3 million people would die by her hand. How was she going to sneak this by the Officers? She was going to be locked up to kill and be killed.
She fumbled over to her makeup drawer for some foundation. At midnight on the first day of the month, the numbers change.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Even in the world I lived in this wasn't normal. The number on my chest changed from 1 to 3......million. The numbers on our chests indicates how many people we'll kill within the next month.
It started with a phone call with my mother asking to go to lunch. Naturally I'd love to see my mother and we set up a time an... | She looked down upon her chest in disbelief. 3 million. 3 million people would die by her hand. How was she going to sneak this by the Officers? She was going to be locked up to kill and be killed.
She fumbled over to her makeup drawer for some foundation. At midnight on the first day of the month, the numbers change.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Natural death ceased at 8:49 pm August 17 2016. Five years later, and the eggheads still have no clue why. You can get shot, stabbed, dropped off a 50 story building but no matter what you live. Alive with excruciating pain, but alive regardless. Except.... except sometimes.
Subatomic Longform Actualized Yttriat... | She looked down upon her chest in disbelief. 3 million. 3 million people would die by her hand. How was she going to sneak this by the Officers? She was going to be locked up to kill and be killed.
She fumbled over to her makeup drawer for some foundation. At midnight on the first day of the month, the numbers change.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | She looked down upon her chest in disbelief. 3 million. 3 million people would die by her hand. How was she going to sneak this by the Officers? She was going to be locked up to kill and be killed.
She fumbled over to her makeup drawer for some foundation. At midnight on the first day of the month, the numbers change.... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Hello!" I exclaimed, brimming with excitement as the delivery girl hands me my package, "Another wonderful day isn't it!"
"You know, you sure are joyful for a pathologist" she says, giving me a crooked eyebrow raise, "Just sign here"
I hastily jot my name down and scurry off to the lab with my fresh cadaver.
I can'... | A month and a day later...I work in quality control. It was a Monday. I was hungover. Exhausted from arguing with my girlfriend all weekend and just didn't have my head on straight. It was one stupid little black line. Just a stupid little black line missing from a stupid idiot-proofing circle on a stupid pink blow dry... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Even in the world I lived in this wasn't normal. The number on my chest changed from 1 to 3......million. The numbers on our chests indicates how many people we'll kill within the next month.
It started with a phone call with my mother asking to go to lunch. Naturally I'd love to see my mother and we set up a time an... | A month and a day later...I work in quality control. It was a Monday. I was hungover. Exhausted from arguing with my girlfriend all weekend and just didn't have my head on straight. It was one stupid little black line. Just a stupid little black line missing from a stupid idiot-proofing circle on a stupid pink blow dry... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | A month and a day later...I work in quality control. It was a Monday. I was hungover. Exhausted from arguing with my girlfriend all weekend and just didn't have my head on straight. It was one stupid little black line. Just a stupid little black line missing from a stupid idiot-proofing circle on a stupid pink blow dry... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | Strange how a number can define a life. A man laid sprawled out on a beat up leather couch, his dishevelled hair falling across a fevered brow flushed with colour. He groaned in his sleep, shifting slightly into the universal position that signalled piss drunk, face down with one arm hanging limply as his fingertips gr... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | "Wash your hands" they say, "Follow protocol" they say.
Fuck those guys, I know what I'm doing.
It still seems like a dream, or a nightmare, but they all went so quietly. Peacefully off in their sleep, or just, sitting in a chair. The bad ones were driving, or operating equipment. The pilots were the worst, I suppose... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Natural death ceased at 8:49 pm August 17 2016. Five years later, and the eggheads still have no clue why. You can get shot, stabbed, dropped off a 50 story building but no matter what you live. Alive with excruciating pain, but alive regardless. Except.... except sometimes.
Subatomic Longform Actualized Yttriat... | I had made up my mind. It was over. No more hemming and hawing. When my wife died a part of me had died with her. I just couldn't keep going on. I looked down at my chest. Yup. There it was. One. And I knew exactly who it was going to be. Me.
It's oddly freeing to know when your time is up. You can detach from the ev... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | I had made up my mind. It was over. No more hemming and hawing. When my wife died a part of me had died with her. I just couldn't keep going on. I looked down at my chest. Yup. There it was. One. And I knew exactly who it was going to be. Me.
It's oddly freeing to know when your time is up. You can detach from the ev... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Natural death ceased at 8:49 pm August 17 2016. Five years later, and the eggheads still have no clue why. You can get shot, stabbed, dropped off a 50 story building but no matter what you live. Alive with excruciating pain, but alive regardless. Except.... except sometimes.
Subatomic Longform Actualized Yttriat... | I've been working on it for so long.
This vaccine - this cure. Encephalopathy, beaten back again. Zika, cured.
And I'm going to present it in Vienna next week, the ninth -
It's fucking morning of the first, twelve-oh-two, and the black brand on my chest says three million seven hundred and eighty thousand six hundr... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | I've been working on it for so long.
This vaccine - this cure. Encephalopathy, beaten back again. Zika, cured.
And I'm going to present it in Vienna next week, the ninth -
It's fucking morning of the first, twelve-oh-two, and the black brand on my chest says three million seven hundred and eighty thousand six hundr... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | "Hello!" I exclaimed, brimming with excitement as the delivery girl hands me my package, "Another wonderful day isn't it!"
"You know, you sure are joyful for a pathologist" she says, giving me a crooked eyebrow raise, "Just sign here"
I hastily jot my name down and scurry off to the lab with my fresh cadaver.
I can'... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Honey, can you get the french toast? The coffee machine is taking a piss again and its all over the counter." Sally asked as I came downstairs for breakfast.
As I passed by I gave Jenny a quick kiss, almost not touching because she's at the age where makeup is more important than Dad, and messing up Alan's hair. He d... | Even in the world I lived in this wasn't normal. The number on my chest changed from 1 to 3......million. The numbers on our chests indicates how many people we'll kill within the next month.
It started with a phone call with my mother asking to go to lunch. Naturally I'd love to see my mother and we set up a time an... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The phone rang and Serge looked up from the drawing board where he was sketching formulae and equations.
He blinked and it burned to do so, he wondered how long it had been since he had last blinked, or eaten for that matter.
The buzz from the whiskey at the bar earlier that evening had long worn off. He had gone ... | I usually live a peaceful life, going about my day helping people. It's very rare that I'll wake up one morning to find a number on my body. I wish I could say the same from my previous lives though. I can remember bits and pieces of them. It's feels like remembering a stale memory from your childhood, however I'm not ... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The man got off the plane, idly scratching an itch on his chest. He sneezed once, twice, never noticing the number on his chest change from One to something much more epidemic. He got into a taxi, sniffling and sneezing, humming his favorite Doors song. | I usually live a peaceful life, going about my day helping people. It's very rare that I'll wake up one morning to find a number on my body. I wish I could say the same from my previous lives though. I can remember bits and pieces of them. It's feels like remembering a stale memory from your childhood, however I'm not ... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Yes, I had been a Navy Seal, many decades ago. It was hardly relevant to my current life, or so I had thought: I'd left after ten years and some still-secret missions and shifted careers to the technology business world. The Navy was the first to decrypt the numbers, back when nobody could read them. They recruited the... | The implant itched. It had been itching for a week, but never changed. I looked down, in annoyance. The fact that the number "1" had been there for a while annoyed me - how could I conceivably take another life? My mind reeled when I saw the number that now displayed there - 3 million? How in the hell?
"Breathe", I to... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Finally made it to LAX. I couldn't wait to get off the plane, stretch my legs, and get to my hotel room before the convention.
All I needed to do was get my one gigantic suitcase from baggage claim and make my way to the taxi platform.
And there it is... a little scuffed up, but I know it's mine. As I lift it off the... | The implant itched. It had been itching for a week, but never changed. I looked down, in annoyance. The fact that the number "1" had been there for a while annoyed me - how could I conceivably take another life? My mind reeled when I saw the number that now displayed there - 3 million? How in the hell?
"Breathe", I to... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | The implant itched. It had been itching for a week, but never changed. I looked down, in annoyance. The fact that the number "1" had been there for a while annoyed me - how could I conceivably take another life? My mind reeled when I saw the number that now displayed there - 3 million? How in the hell?
"Breathe", I to... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Finally made it to LAX. I couldn't wait to get off the plane, stretch my legs, and get to my hotel room before the convention.
All I needed to do was get my one gigantic suitcase from baggage claim and make my way to the taxi platform.
And there it is... a little scuffed up, but I know it's mine. As I lift it off the... | Yes, I had been a Navy Seal, many decades ago. It was hardly relevant to my current life, or so I had thought: I'd left after ten years and some still-secret missions and shifted careers to the technology business world. The Navy was the first to decrypt the numbers, back when nobody could read them. They recruited the... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | Yes, I had been a Navy Seal, many decades ago. It was hardly relevant to my current life, or so I had thought: I'd left after ten years and some still-secret missions and shifted careers to the technology business world. The Navy was the first to decrypt the numbers, back when nobody could read them. They recruited the... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Finally made it to LAX. I couldn't wait to get off the plane, stretch my legs, and get to my hotel room before the convention.
All I needed to do was get my one gigantic suitcase from baggage claim and make my way to the taxi platform.
And there it is... a little scuffed up, but I know it's mine. As I lift it off the... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Oh jeez, oh jeez, how did I get myself into this mess, I thought as old man Mr. Philips was laughing his crazy head off.
Looking back, I regret my decision being an art major. If I chosen to spend my college life studying business or some direct major, then I wouldn't have gotten the job to be Mr. Philips assistant. W... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He stood in front of the mirror, thinking to himself. “I have to pass, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t pass, if I don’t get in.”
Slowly he tore open the envelope, not even sure he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, slid the letter out and unfolded it.
*“We’re sorry, you did not meet the minimum score to... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The President must die.
His policies are too divisive, too extreme. Sure, he was just voted into office in a landslide a few months ago, but I can see what the general populace refuses to see. And I alone have the power to stop him, stop him with one click of my mouse.
I spent months trying to get close to him and hi... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | It was a little after three in the morning on a Tuesday. The kind of three in the morning that gnaws at your insides a little, makes you squirm in your skin. *Restless*. It's happened before and will no doubt happen many times again, the mind is wide awake roaring like an engine. All the while the clock, perched on th... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Every month the number is the same. It is the number one. I have tried to raise the number but no matter what I do it stays the same. The second person I hit with my car went on to become a double amputee. The quadriplegic I pushed down the stairs landed right side up. I've slashed throats, shot police officers in... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | As I stepped out of the shower, I checked myself as I always did. 1. Eventually, like everyone, I would be responsible for my own death and my own death only.
I pulled on my work clothes, left my cabin and made my way down to the engine room. It's a long slog down from the accommodation and I was sweating profusely b... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | Finally made it to LAX. I couldn't wait to get off the plane, stretch my legs, and get to my hotel room before the convention.
All I needed to do was get my one gigantic suitcase from baggage claim and make my way to the taxi platform.
And there it is... a little scuffed up, but I know it's mine. As I lift it off the... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Oh jeez, oh jeez, how did I get myself into this mess, I thought as old man Mr. Philips was laughing his crazy head off.
Looking back, I regret my decision being an art major. If I chosen to spend my college life studying business or some direct major, then I wouldn't have gotten the job to be Mr. Philips assistant. W... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He stood in front of the mirror, thinking to himself. “I have to pass, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t pass, if I don’t get in.”
Slowly he tore open the envelope, not even sure he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, slid the letter out and unfolded it.
*“We’re sorry, you did not meet the minimum score to... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The President must die.
His policies are too divisive, too extreme. Sure, he was just voted into office in a landslide a few months ago, but I can see what the general populace refuses to see. And I alone have the power to stop him, stop him with one click of my mouse.
I spent months trying to get close to him and hi... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | It was a little after three in the morning on a Tuesday. The kind of three in the morning that gnaws at your insides a little, makes you squirm in your skin. *Restless*. It's happened before and will no doubt happen many times again, the mind is wide awake roaring like an engine. All the while the clock, perched on th... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Every month the number is the same. It is the number one. I have tried to raise the number but no matter what I do it stays the same. The second person I hit with my car went on to become a double amputee. The quadriplegic I pushed down the stairs landed right side up. I've slashed throats, shot police officers in... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | As I turned in my vote for the 2016 presidency election, little did I know that my ballot was the determining factor in Trump's victory. At that moment, my number, given to all humans since the age of biorobotics, changed from 1 to 3 million and I was certain of the agony I had just unleashed unto the world. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | Oh jeez, oh jeez, how did I get myself into this mess, I thought as old man Mr. Philips was laughing his crazy head off.
Looking back, I regret my decision being an art major. If I chosen to spend my college life studying business or some direct major, then I wouldn't have gotten the job to be Mr. Philips assistant. W... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He stood in front of the mirror, thinking to himself. “I have to pass, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t pass, if I don’t get in.”
Slowly he tore open the envelope, not even sure he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, slid the letter out and unfolded it.
*“We’re sorry, you did not meet the minimum score to... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The President must die.
His policies are too divisive, too extreme. Sure, he was just voted into office in a landslide a few months ago, but I can see what the general populace refuses to see. And I alone have the power to stop him, stop him with one click of my mouse.
I spent months trying to get close to him and hi... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | It was a little after three in the morning on a Tuesday. The kind of three in the morning that gnaws at your insides a little, makes you squirm in your skin. *Restless*. It's happened before and will no doubt happen many times again, the mind is wide awake roaring like an engine. All the while the clock, perched on th... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Every month the number is the same. It is the number one. I have tried to raise the number but no matter what I do it stays the same. The second person I hit with my car went on to become a double amputee. The quadriplegic I pushed down the stairs landed right side up. I've slashed throats, shot police officers in... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He checked every night, obsessively, eagerly, that his number remained at 1.
If it tumbled back to 0, he was screwed. He'd have to rethink all his plans, and worse: identify which critical step in his plans had triggered the lapse. Marcus rechecked that all his doors were locked before removing his shirt. He unlocked... | I look at the mirror above the sink, I look really tired, splash my some cold water. I look at the number in my chest and a sudden burst of joy feels my being, and face is over taken by grin, all that tiredness and gloom has just disappeared. All those zero make me realize I still have a lot of work to do, I am so clos... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He stood in front of the mirror, thinking to himself. “I have to pass, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t pass, if I don’t get in.”
Slowly he tore open the envelope, not even sure he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, slid the letter out and unfolded it.
*“We’re sorry, you did not meet the minimum score to... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The President must die.
His policies are too divisive, too extreme. Sure, he was just voted into office in a landslide a few months ago, but I can see what the general populace refuses to see. And I alone have the power to stop him, stop him with one click of my mouse.
I spent months trying to get close to him and hi... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | It was a little after three in the morning on a Tuesday. The kind of three in the morning that gnaws at your insides a little, makes you squirm in your skin. *Restless*. It's happened before and will no doubt happen many times again, the mind is wide awake roaring like an engine. All the while the clock, perched on th... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Every month the number is the same. It is the number one. I have tried to raise the number but no matter what I do it stays the same. The second person I hit with my car went on to become a double amputee. The quadriplegic I pushed down the stairs landed right side up. I've slashed throats, shot police officers in... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He checked every night, obsessively, eagerly, that his number remained at 1.
If it tumbled back to 0, he was screwed. He'd have to rethink all his plans, and worse: identify which critical step in his plans had triggered the lapse. Marcus rechecked that all his doors were locked before removing his shirt. He unlocked... | "Ah, at this point who gives a fuck," I mumbled to myself, thinking back on that time Janet called me ,"like, LITERALLY HITLER." dumb bitch.
I took out the rag from my pocket and began cleaning the console of the nuclear reactor. There always was so much dirt lining all those shiny weird buttons. | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | He stood in front of the mirror, thinking to himself. “I have to pass, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t pass, if I don’t get in.”
Slowly he tore open the envelope, not even sure he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, slid the letter out and unfolded it.
*“We’re sorry, you did not meet the minimum score to... | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The President must die.
His policies are too divisive, too extreme. Sure, he was just voted into office in a landslide a few months ago, but I can see what the general populace refuses to see. And I alone have the power to stop him, stop him with one click of my mouse.
I spent months trying to get close to him and hi... | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | It was a little after three in the morning on a Tuesday. The kind of three in the morning that gnaws at your insides a little, makes you squirm in your skin. *Restless*. It's happened before and will no doubt happen many times again, the mind is wide awake roaring like an engine. All the while the clock, perched on th... | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | Every month the number is the same. It is the number one. I have tried to raise the number but no matter what I do it stays the same. The second person I hit with my car went on to become a double amputee. The quadriplegic I pushed down the stairs landed right side up. I've slashed throats, shot police officers in... | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | A Thursday rain had not been forecast. As I walked out of the local primary school I saw the number on my chest, flicker. One had become 3 million. At that moment, not only did I know that the fad of 21st century fatalism had finally reached its peak, but I knew I shouldn't have voted Brexit.
(Terrible story, but topi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | I could barely write, my past 12 ebooks sold a depressing total of 7 copies.
3 nights ago the number 1 simply appeared on my chest. I honestly did not care, I knew that it was not a big deal, I decided to take my own life anyway and I knew that finally I could finish what I planned for so long. I wrote my last shitty... | He stood in front of the mirror, thinking to himself. “I have to pass, I don’t know what I’m going to do if I don’t pass, if I don’t get in.”
Slowly he tore open the envelope, not even sure he wanted to know. He closed his eyes, slid the letter out and unfolded it.
*“We’re sorry, you did not meet the minimum score to... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | The President must die.
His policies are too divisive, too extreme. Sure, he was just voted into office in a landslide a few months ago, but I can see what the general populace refuses to see. And I alone have the power to stop him, stop him with one click of my mouse.
I spent months trying to get close to him and hi... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | It was a little after three in the morning on a Tuesday. The kind of three in the morning that gnaws at your insides a little, makes you squirm in your skin. *Restless*. It's happened before and will no doubt happen many times again, the mind is wide awake roaring like an engine. All the while the clock, perched on th... | |
[WP] Everyone has a number on their chest showing how many people they will kill in the next month. Yours just changed from 1 to 3 million. | The first thing I did was count them. One, two, three... six. Six zeros. Each one stamped proudly across my chest, starting with a three. Three million? How could this happen?
The number was just a one last night, I remembered seeing it right before bed. It had been that way for two weeks. Even though the number says ... | Every month the number is the same. It is the number one. I have tried to raise the number but no matter what I do it stays the same. The second person I hit with my car went on to become a double amputee. The quadriplegic I pushed down the stairs landed right side up. I've slashed throats, shot police officers in... | |
[WP] In the afterlife you are given a job by God to answer the questions of people using Ouija boards. | “You want me to what?”
Saint Peter’s rich, booming, impressive voice climbed an octave and he seemed moderately put out. He shifted uncomfortably on his golden chair. “Ouija boards. The strange pieces of wood that mediums use to communicate with spirits. Ordinarily they’re a load of garbage, but church attendance and,... | The small silver bell on his desk began to chime. Markus rubbed his temples and tapped the flashing accept button on the digital display built into the cherry wood desk. A digital Ouija board materialized in front of him. He sat in silence and patiently waited for each letter to slowly be selected by the person on t... | |
[WP] In an alternate universe, a symbol appears on a person's forearm when they come in physical contact with their soulmate. After a long night of partying you wake up alone in your own bed with very little memory of the night before and a symbol etched into your skin. | My eyes cracked open, squinting in the sunlight beaming in from the wide-open window next to me. I could hear the sirens and shouts of midday, and I groaned. I was supposed to do laundry early this morning. The machines would all be taken by now.
Naked save my boxers, I sat up and almost fell over. Fuck, my head was ... | I think I spent an hour staring at it when I first woke up. This curious, marvelous, joy-inducing sigil. The skin around it was smooth, the symbol a softly luminous green. A year ago, I had railed against the idea that I would be a green, much to the amusement of my classmates. But here, now... I smiled. I smiled, and ... | |
[WP] A heroin addict can see the future while she's under the influence. Friends and family continually take advantage of her gift even though it's rapidly killing her. | "Got any jet, kid?"
Ugh. I hate coming to Sanctuary. All of the settlers just hammer random walls and Mama Murphy refuses to do anything except sit in her chair asking for drugs for her "sight". Maybe I'll give her some, she might shut up.
"Okay, Mama Murphy, have some Jet."
"Thanks, kid"
I hand her a canister of je... | Jackie entered her house, slouching and rubbing her eyes as she closed the door behind her. She felt so numb, so tired, and at the family reunion next weekend, it would only get worse. She'd seen it already.
What her gift hadn't showed, however, was the scene before her. Jackie slipped around the corner into her livin... | |
First submission! | [WP] You live a long, fulfilling life and die of natural causes. Everything goes dark and the words "Simulation Terminated" appear. | *Simulation Terminated*
The darkness never lifts. It just ends.
His eyes are already open when he wakes up. He is greeted by a clean, white ceiling. There are two people standing on either side of him. On his right, a well-groomed man in a brand new suit and on his left; a thin middle-aged man in a labcoat.
"...and... | Through the darkness ... muffled ... on the right. Enemy? Contact?
"Doctor, her heart rate is already climbing. Brain pattern spiking..."
A mans voice ... to the left ... a hunter model?!
"Begin another round immediately"
To the right ...
"Program?"
Left ...
"Kitten."
An ambush ... we're already surroun... |
First submission! | [WP] You live a long, fulfilling life and die of natural causes. Everything goes dark and the words "Simulation Terminated" appear. | Simulation Terminated
The neon green words flash on a black field and my eyes flash open. I gasp and take off the helmet on top of my head. Feeling dazed, I look at my surroundings and see a disturbing arcade. Horrific creatures of all forms surround me playing foreign games. As my memories start returning, fury and i... | Through the darkness ... muffled ... on the right. Enemy? Contact?
"Doctor, her heart rate is already climbing. Brain pattern spiking..."
A mans voice ... to the left ... a hunter model?!
"Begin another round immediately"
To the right ...
"Program?"
Left ...
"Kitten."
An ambush ... we're already surroun... |
First submission! | [WP] You live a long, fulfilling life and die of natural causes. Everything goes dark and the words "Simulation Terminated" appear. | I was born an only child to a middle class family in the suburbs. Life wasn't hard, but it wasn't necessarily easy. A middling life, you could say, with middling troubles and mediocre happinesses.
All around me, people aspired to greatness. My high school yearbook was filled with ambitious smiles, young people with t... | Through the darkness ... muffled ... on the right. Enemy? Contact?
"Doctor, her heart rate is already climbing. Brain pattern spiking..."
A mans voice ... to the left ... a hunter model?!
"Begin another round immediately"
To the right ...
"Program?"
Left ...
"Kitten."
An ambush ... we're already surroun... |
First submission! | [WP] You live a long, fulfilling life and die of natural causes. Everything goes dark and the words "Simulation Terminated" appear. | The words were clear, but I didn’t believe them. They hovered there, in the darkness in front of me, motionless on the empty field. A blue glow seemed to emanate from each individual letter, boring into my eyes from the brightness. Even as I stared at them, I noticed that I was still breathing, as though I’d never stop... | Through the darkness ... muffled ... on the right. Enemy? Contact?
"Doctor, her heart rate is already climbing. Brain pattern spiking..."
A mans voice ... to the left ... a hunter model?!
"Begin another round immediately"
To the right ...
"Program?"
Left ...
"Kitten."
An ambush ... we're already surroun... |
First submission! | [WP] You live a long, fulfilling life and die of natural causes. Everything goes dark and the words "Simulation Terminated" appear. | It was supposed to be like any other day : go to work, come back to my wife and my children, and enjoy my time with them. Hopping in the car, already regretting the few days we had spent together in the countryside in that lovely little farm, I turned on the car without much thoughts, and let my brain think about somet... | Through the darkness ... muffled ... on the right. Enemy? Contact?
"Doctor, her heart rate is already climbing. Brain pattern spiking..."
A mans voice ... to the left ... a hunter model?!
"Begin another round immediately"
To the right ...
"Program?"
Left ...
"Kitten."
An ambush ... we're already surroun... |
First submission! | [WP] You live a long, fulfilling life and die of natural causes. Everything goes dark and the words "Simulation Terminated" appear. | The words were clear, but I didn’t believe them. They hovered there, in the darkness in front of me, motionless on the empty field. A blue glow seemed to emanate from each individual letter, boring into my eyes from the brightness. Even as I stared at them, I noticed that I was still breathing, as though I’d never stop... | *Simulation Terminated*
The darkness never lifts. It just ends.
His eyes are already open when he wakes up. He is greeted by a clean, white ceiling. There are two people standing on either side of him. On his right, a well-groomed man in a brand new suit and on his left; a thin middle-aged man in a labcoat.
"...and... |
[WP] You are a bodybuilder who lives in the near future, where all forms of exercise have been made illegal. All gyms and stadiums have been closed but some are operating illegally | "Show me your biceps," I said, "or we're done." Sarah looked over her shoulder, but there was still nobody else in the alley. Then she pulled up the sleeves of her blue oversized hoodie and struck a front double biceps pose. Her development was obvious. "You're in. Follow me."
Sarah and I stepped into the grimy glare ... | "$10 for four sets." I said. "Sorry, $10 is three sets now." The receptionist said, much to my dismay. Fucking unbelievable, since when did the government decide gyms should be shut down? Then I remember, it was 34 years ago approximately. It's beyond me why they would deem something like working out to be a problem. M... | |
[WP] You have become President of the United States, and you now are introduced to a book where every President has written one piece of advice for you. | ***Before I start, I'm sorry if this offends anyone, the prompt I'm writing called for this, and I had to stay true to the character, right? I don't believe in any of the views expressed below***
He wasn't sure what to expect when Agent Croft handed him the thin, parchment pamphlet. Sure, he had heard the rumors abo... | I looked with disbelief as the white gloved Secret Service agent handled me a leather bound book.
“I’ve had enough to process today, I don’t think I feel like reading.”
The agent (I hadn’t learned his name yet) just grimaced and said, “You’ll want to take a look at this.” He then took his place next to the door with... | |
[WP] You have become President of the United States, and you now are introduced to a book where every President has written one piece of advice for you. | "Mr. President," The suited secret service agent opened a door and gestured for me to enter.
The room was simple: white paneling, dark blue carpet, almost entirely empty - save for a chair, a desk, and a book.
I walked over to examine the tome. It was bound in a thick, dark leather. on the cover was painted a stran... | President McMillan's eye lids felt like lead in the wee hours of his third day in office. The lamp that sat beside him illuminated the thousands of dust particles that took flight off of each turning of a page.
"My G-d.", President McMillan silently mouthed as he thumbed through the pages of the centuries-old book. Ha... | |
[WP] You have become President of the United States, and you now are introduced to a book where every President has written one piece of advice for you. | "Mr. President," The suited secret service agent opened a door and gestured for me to enter.
The room was simple: white paneling, dark blue carpet, almost entirely empty - save for a chair, a desk, and a book.
I walked over to examine the tome. It was bound in a thick, dark leather. on the cover was painted a stran... | It'd been only a few hours since I removed my hand from the book and given the speech. My staff was so happy I decided to swear the oath without a coat. "It suggests strength and reminds the country of your youth", Natalie, my Communications Director said. Honestly, I just chose it because a couple of tours in Karelia ... | |
[WP] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation. One of the Keter monsters have gotten out, and now you must survive. | Shaun laughed, doing the rounds as usual. Sweeping, always sweeping. You'd think a place like this would have a system for that, but apparently not, so sweeping it was. He'd see David in the left wing in an hour, and he'd just left Erin doing the right wing. God, these SCP folks couldn't keep something tidy if they... | Times were tough and the economy had really taken a turn for the worse so when a mysterious figure in a suit and smelling of disinfectant came and offered me a job I couldn’t exactly say no. After all with my criminal record I’d be lucky to get a job cleaning up shit off the dumpster behind a mcdonalds let alone 50 gra... | |
[WP] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation. One of the Keter monsters have gotten out, and now you must survive. | D1138 was ushered into the swamp. He brandished a mop, bucket, and squeegee in nervous hands. 682 was secure, he whispered to himself, it is contained, I am protected. He failed to lose the jitters. The artificial swamp that used to contain the foundation's most dangerous anomaly was entirely too quiet, especially for ... | *Wharp! Wharp!* The alarms blared their sickly siren call, summoning all who hear their cry outside. The slamming of doors and the pounding of feet punctuate the plaintive cry of the alert, waking Jackson (Personnel, D-Class (drains and horticulture) ) from his nap.
Poking his head out the door, he spotted the last r... | |
[WP] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation. One of the Keter monsters have gotten out, and now you must survive. | 'This would be safe', they said, 'it would be an okay idea', they said. God I just had to take the offer. I run down the hall of the facility, trying to ignore that thing running after me. They, the men in those white lab coats, said that if I just participated in one of their programs for a month, I would be let of th... | *Wharp! Wharp!* The alarms blared their sickly siren call, summoning all who hear their cry outside. The slamming of doors and the pounding of feet punctuate the plaintive cry of the alert, waking Jackson (Personnel, D-Class (drains and horticulture) ) from his nap.
Poking his head out the door, he spotted the last r... | |
[WP] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation. One of the Keter monsters have gotten out, and now you must survive. | Mac finished mopping the hallway and entered the bathroom, he set the mop against the white tiled wall and pulled a cigarette out of the crumpled pack in his blue uniform breast pocket. The no smoking sign stared him in the face as he lit and took a deep drag. Three months into this job at the SCP, or the Scientific ... | *Wharp! Wharp!* The alarms blared their sickly siren call, summoning all who hear their cry outside. The slamming of doors and the pounding of feet punctuate the plaintive cry of the alert, waking Jackson (Personnel, D-Class (drains and horticulture) ) from his nap.
Poking his head out the door, he spotted the last r... | |
[WP] You are a D-class personnel in the SCP foundation. One of the Keter monsters have gotten out, and now you must survive. | Mac finished mopping the hallway and entered the bathroom, he set the mop against the white tiled wall and pulled a cigarette out of the crumpled pack in his blue uniform breast pocket. The no smoking sign stared him in the face as he lit and took a deep drag. Three months into this job at the SCP, or the Scientific ... | 'This would be safe', they said, 'it would be an okay idea', they said. God I just had to take the offer. I run down the hall of the facility, trying to ignore that thing running after me. They, the men in those white lab coats, said that if I just participated in one of their programs for a month, I would be let of th... | |
[WP]: She now has the chance to fix her ruined life by going back to the decision that caused it. For some reason that moment was when she was asked "What flavour do you want?" at Baskin Robbins. | Molly stood at the edge of the roof, the wind blowing her hair into her tear stained face. She was ready to jump, ready to end it. She nudged a piece of gravel off and watched it fall.
"There's no going back now," she said out loud.
"Or is there?" She heard a voice call out from behind her. She turned to see an old ... | “What flavor do you want?”
What the hell? I knew this was some sort of twisted dream. As if I was actually going to just get another chance. Not that I really knew what I was expecting, it’s not like there was any particular moment I can point to where I think to myself “Shit, I messed up”. For all I know this is jus... | |
[WP] You've lost an object you need, but don't reveal what it is until the last sentence | The clock said, "6:48." Nothing beats a six hour after lunch nap.
I wasn't going to do jack today, anyway. I rolled over on the bed to face the ceiling. Or floor. Both, really, since this was a basement. Cob webs and dust spiders lived up in the dark support beams. They creaked as someone entered into the house upstai... | I know it's here somewhere. Argh! I just had it. In. My. Hand. Okay, not in my purse. Pockets? No. Kitchen counter maybe?
"Hold on a second, Mom. I'm looking for something and I want to hear what you are saying. Ugh. Sorry I'm so distracted." I set the phone on the counter.
I need to leave in 5 minutes, or in going t... | |
[WP] After a drunken night of partying, two teenage aliens awake to find they have abducted the president of the United States | Tyz and Kleff woke up with the worst hangovers of their young lives.
"Dude, what happened last night?" Tyz asked his buddy.
Despite the best effort of the malt liquor still running through his veins, Kleff ran through the events of last night through his mind. It all started when Kleff's father, Xenu the Conqueror l... | "Man, Slagoth what the fuck happened last night"
"Shh, my head"
"Stop being so peek. And why are we in your dad's ship"
"My, what! Oh shit I'm dead I'm so dead... WTF. What or who maybe is that?"
"An Earthican maybe"
"Why is it orange"
**"Illegal aliens! Why didn't you stay behind the wall"** Donald Trump shouted... | |
[WP] An apple a day actually does keep the doctor away. Doctors and apple farmers are now locked in a battle for dominance over the American health care system. | Greg stared at his guest as his sister, Grace, puttered about in the kitchen, mugs clinking and the oven beeping. Said guest, dressed in a comically crisp, fresh-pressed plaid button-up and what appeared to be brand new blue-jean coveralls, met his gaze levelly. Squeaky clean name brand sneakers peeked out from under t... | “Just look at it. Genetic perfection, and it fits in the palm of your hand.”
Farmer Joe took a bite of the superapple, then chewed it slowly and deliberately. “Doesn’t taste half bad either.”
Thomas Bartlett, holding a clipboard and jotting down a few notes, nodded appreciatively. The two men stood in a vast greenhou... | |
[WP] At age 15, you made a deal with the Devil to save your life. Every week, you must choose a person you've seen and that person will die....you are now 24 years old. | It's been a long time since I last sat down with the Devil; nine years to be more precise. I was waiting for him at a local diner; the booth at the end, he said. I was enjoying what could be my last ever chocolate pancake because the last time I met the Devil, he was there to kill me. Long story short, we made a deal: ... | The needs of the many outwight the needs of the few. Not just some random quote used again and again throughout many forms of media, but something most people would agree on as a basic principle of how the world works. How their world works. Well, I dont think I've ever been considered part of "their" world. I like to ... | |
[WP] At age 15, you made a deal with the Devil to save your life. Every week, you must choose a person you've seen and that person will die....you are now 24 years old. | I live in a town of 3000 people. Well, there were 3000 people 9 years ago but now there are 5 left. You may be thinking that maybe some thing crazy happened in the city, like a corruption at city hall, or maybe this was one of those old Italian cities that just ended but the truth is...I killed every one.
I know it m... | I jog up the stairs to my apartment. I wave to Mrs. Harvey, the nice old woman who lives a floor below me. She smiles gently and waves back, tending to the plant she keeps out in the hallway. I shouldered my backpack a littler harder and continued to go up flights until I reached my floor. Floor 5.
It's become routin... | |
[WP] At age 15, you made a deal with the Devil to save your life. Every week, you must choose a person you've seen and that person will die....you are now 24 years old. | Twenty-four years old today, I thought as I bowed my head in prayer. The other members of the Church Leadership team joined me. After a minute, we began to discuss the needs of the Church and who would visit which of the shut ins. My sister was a registered nurse working in hospice care and she usually provided a list ... | I jog up the stairs to my apartment. I wave to Mrs. Harvey, the nice old woman who lives a floor below me. She smiles gently and waves back, tending to the plant she keeps out in the hallway. I shouldered my backpack a littler harder and continued to go up flights until I reached my floor. Floor 5.
It's become routin... | |
[WP] At age 15, you made a deal with the Devil to save your life. Every week, you must choose a person you've seen and that person will die....you are now 24 years old. | Twenty-four years old today, I thought as I bowed my head in prayer. The other members of the Church Leadership team joined me. After a minute, we began to discuss the needs of the Church and who would visit which of the shut ins. My sister was a registered nurse working in hospice care and she usually provided a list ... | I live in a town of 3000 people. Well, there were 3000 people 9 years ago but now there are 5 left. You may be thinking that maybe some thing crazy happened in the city, like a corruption at city hall, or maybe this was one of those old Italian cities that just ended but the truth is...I killed every one.
I know it m... | |
[WP] At age 15, you made a deal with the Devil to save your life. Every week, you must choose a person you've seen and that person will die....you are now 24 years old. | Mr. Richards spent years playing the ruthless businessman. Bribery, hitmen, extortion, nothing was taboo on his climb to the top. All that work, to take as much as he could from his fellow man, was for naught, he thought, as he fell 42 stories from his vacation condo. Powerful as he was, he was just another notch on y... | Tonight will be my 468th kill. Well, not *physically*, but still. All I gotta do is write a name down on a sheet of paper and the next morning the paper is gone and the person is dead. Easy.
*Four hundred and sixty eight*. The number dances around in my head. I say the number out loud to myself, accentuating each syll... | |
[WP] I was around before the invention of fun. | The midday sun trickled through the old oak tree I'd planted as a young adult. Shade and a cool breeze went a long way to making the hot days bearable. Still, it didn't stop the old aches I'd always had.
A few youngsters lounged around me. Little brats didn't know what to do when the adults kicked them out the house.
... | "oh boy oh
sonny, so you've been told
that i'm old, that i was around
before the invention of fun,
when people took pride in
twiddling thumbs. the days
were long, yes, and the nights
even longer. times were grey,
our love lacking colour. there
was never a skip, never a beat
missed, nor a parade to be
rain... | |
[WP] "My job is done," said the android before closing its eyes and finally shutting down. | The last human lay kneeling in front of Zenith. He shivered, cold and naked in a pool of urine. Zenith raised a metallic arm forward and its fingers spread out to reveal a round shaft in its palm.
"Please...I am the last." the human begged tearfully.
"IRRELEVANT" came the clipped robotic response.
A light began to ... | In Ancient Rome, in a man's last will, he could free all of his slaves. A lot of our law stems directly from those Roman principles; the way we make contracts, the way we're allowed to defend ourselves in court. The loosening of shackles on the death of our master is something we all learn to hope for. If you can reall... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | The Grizzled Warrior lay against a tree, bleeding out after what was his last fierce battles. I witnessed it from afar yet I shall not forget what I saw. In a war fought with enchantments and magic, this Warrior had used none as far as I could tell. When the dust settled and the sun set, I approached him with medical ... | "Ok son, it's time for bed," called out the boy's father yelling up the flight of stairs. Gently standing up from the sofa so not to disturb his wife reading a book on ancient English myths. He begins slowly walking up the stairs, his left hand gliding upward on the side rail with each step up to the second floor. A mu... | |
[WP] In a world filled with magical weapons, you encounter a grizzled, old veteran with nothing but a simple iron blade by his side. | His knuckles were swollen large as knots, his hands tight on the shaft of the old gardening implement. Beneath the thick gray eyebrows, his eyes took in the train of four horses. I sat at the head of them.
Had Father truly sent me to learn from this old fool? Any magus or any child would be better than this old fossil... | "Ok son, it's time for bed," called out the boy's father yelling up the flight of stairs. Gently standing up from the sofa so not to disturb his wife reading a book on ancient English myths. He begins slowly walking up the stairs, his left hand gliding upward on the side rail with each step up to the second floor. A mu... |
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